m-m-m-my ramona
February 8th, 2010In light of how gorgeous the weather was this weekend, I did something I seldom do and sought out an outdoor activity. Not, like, the sporty, exercisey kind, just something that maybe I’d normally do indoors, and wouldn’t mind doing sans walls and roof. Now, there are few things I love more than a.) used wares, b.) beer, c.) karaoke, d.) awkwardness and e.) puns. If all of those things got together for a sweaty, sandy sex orgy, Ramona Flea Market would be their bastard baby boy. And it’s kind of like an outdoor activity, right?
Shopping-wise, it resembles most flea markets — produce, knock-off sunglasses, bongs, bb guns, old VHS tapes, cheap clothes, shoes and tchotchkes galore — but, as far as I know, Ramona is the only flea market ’round these parts that has a “beer garden” (read: plywood room where they serve beer) AND karaoke — in the middle of the day!
This Saturday, when I attended with a few friends, Mr. K and wife Sparkle — wearing matching outfits, no less — were manning (and womanning) the karaoke disc changer for an amazingly motley bunch of people. In the span of about two hours a socially awkward tween said (as opposed to sang) Bob Seger’s “Old Time Rock and Roll,” a child named Timmy went missing and was found again, two men had a good ol’ fashioned “comb-off” (like a dance-off but with more personal grooming), a 13-year-old dance prodigy popped and locked to “Glamourous” by Fergie, I performed “I Wanna Talk About Me” by Toby Keith … we laughed, we cried, it was better than “Cats!”
Oh, yeah, and remember how much I like puns s’much? Check the sign that was posted outside the restrooms: Read the rest of this entry »







